My Life Is Not Ballet

My Life Is Not Ballet

Written by Jenni Bailey

It started at a young age
The spotlight was on me
I had to take center stage
My Dad, the whole audience
Making him proud of me
It is focus of every performance

Through the twirls and splits
Taking cues from my Dad
Even though I needed to call it quits
There was no manual on how to dance
I was a special performer
My Dad isn't ''the guy of many chances''

His perfection is ugly
It made me so bitter
His words are not so snuggly
I didn't wear the pink tutu
Your still my Dad tho
I love you

Your expectations of me, are high
Trying isn't good enough for you
Do you care that I would cry?
This is not dance, get out of my way
I don't think you understand
This is my life, my life is not ballet